Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots 3

Micah Bell: It's in Our Blood Part 2

Micah Bell & Daughter Reader

Summary: Some of Micah's actions make you question his teachings and you know just the person to seek guidance from. Arthur Morgan.

Word Count: 3100

Going into town with you father was always something you enjoyed. When you were little, he would humour you with petty crimes. He had been an outlaw since the day you were born and you wanted to be just like him, so he would distract the store owner while you slipped whatever you could into your pockets. It was rarely anything of use but you were a child, the toy horse seemed more appealing to you at the time. He never complained, only patted you on the back and said 'good job, kid'.

It was silly really, you could see that as an adult but you appreciated even more now that you did then. Micah never had a good childhood and yours wasn't perfect but he had made it a little softer for you, for whatever reason that was. As an adult, you can look back and be grateful for that.

Obviously things were different now, the last crime the two of you committed in a town like this was robbing some shady business in the back of a general store. Though, that was a while ago and today you weren't here to cause trouble. You had only come by to visit the gunsmith.

The two of you had gotten what you needed and were heading back to the horses when your father suddenly stopped and spun around. You frowned at his sudden actions and turned to see what had caused them.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Micah snarled, drawing your attention to the woman in front of him. He was holding her by the wrist, frail and looked like it could be snapped by his grip alone. "Y'know what happens to thieves like you?" he asked but she only whimpered and cowered in response.

Getting a better look at her you could see that she looked a little younger than you, her body thin, her face pale and sunken. You couldn't help but see pity for her, homeless and likely starving, pick pocketing from any one who looked like they might have some cash on them. She also just so happened to be misfortune enough to have chosen your father as her next victim.

"Should take your damn hand" Micah threatened.

This time the girl tried to pull her arm free, beginning to cry and make almost incoherent pleas for mercy. But your father continued to threaten her, scare her, hurt her. From the look on his face you would guess that he was going to kill her.

"Dad..." you finally spoke up, but barely. You voice was quiet, you were actually started by his behaviour. "Dad! Stop!" you shouted when he didn't respond.

"You can head back if you want, I'll deal with this one" Micah told you, only sparing you a glance.

"No...just leave it be. Let her go" you demanded as firmly as you could, trying to ignore the girl's scared face.

"What's your problem?" Micah asked, snapping slightly, as he looked at you.

"My problem? What's your problem?" your eyes widened, surprised by his question. "Come on, leaver her alone. She got the message, you scared her, forget about it" you told him as you grabbed his arm, attempting to actually pull him off of her.

Micah looked back at the girl, his gaze making her cower and panic again. "Dad, stop" you snapped and with that your father huffed, releasing her wrist.

"Thank you" the woman looked at you, giving you a shaky nod, before hurrying away.

Pulling his arm out of your grip, Micah just started heading back towards the horses. "What the hell was that about?" you asked as you hurried to catch up with him.